CFP Poetry

The Robin

By Guest Column Allen Brooks (Bio and Archives)  Sunday, April 15, 2012 | Print friendly | Subscribe | Email Us

Who is this friendly little bird
That eats your strawberries and wastes a third.
(But you can’t get mad at the little thief.)
A Robin.

Who sings us such a happy tune,
From early morn till afternoon.
(And we enjoyed every note.)
A Robin.

Who eats grasshoppers by the score,
Then hops about to find some more.
(Better than a bag of Aldrin.)
A Robin.

Who waits to see how close we’ll get,
Almost close enough to pet.
(He seems to trust us, almost.)
A Robin.

Who do I watch from my back door,
And kind of wish there were some more.
(Well, maybe next year.)
A Robin.

I think I’ll let you do the math,
Does anything enjoy its bath.
(As much as)
A Robin.

In spite of what you’ve seen or heard,
Who do you think is my favorite bird?
(Although I like killdeers, meadowlarks and redwings)
A Robin.

Allen Brooks
Sheridan, WY